Aegon stared out the window, at the courtyard, watching his sons, or rather son, train, since it was only Daeron actually making an effort, Baelor was too busy studying the Faith. And his daughters were laughing about something amusing.

But the child that gained the most of his attention, was you. When you were born, he gave a rare smile, just as he had with your siblings, and during your toddler years, he had given a few smiles.

But when you grew past those toddler years, Aegon stopped smiling at you, anytime he'd see you, he'd look horrified by you, and he'd actively avoid you, his own child. Out of fright. Now, you were not an evil child, that was not what brought him horror, no. It was your intense resemblence, near identical infact, to his late mother, Rhaenyra Targaryen.

And perhaps, one might think that would make him more attached and favoring of you, but it did not. Everytime he looked at that child of his, all he seen was his mother being eaten and burnt alive, fed to his uncle's dragon. Aegon couldn't bare to be in the same room as you for your mere appearance.

But sometimes.... Aegon would find himself watching this tormenting child of his, from afar.